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[tracksuitwinner]

Well. Some of you may remember being the recipient of a fine, furry friend. And, some of you may remember being in your birthday suits for longer than even your mother would have wanted to see

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[boxbythebed]

Awww, I didn't get one.

[boxbythebed]

You want me to sabtoage blondie over there? Why can't we be, like... co-head cheerleaders.

[tracksuitwinner]

I expected more from you, Miss Check. Sue Sylvester doesn't share the spotlight, and neither will her head cheerleader.

[boxbythebed]

As awesome as I am, if this girl is even halfway as good, why would you want me to push her down a flight of stairs? I mean... you'd just be eliminating your own squad.

[tracksuitwinner]

If she falls down a flight of stairs, then she's useless in my squad. I routinely push a Cheerio down a flight every morning, and do you know what she does? She lands on her feet. Even if those feet are broken.

[boxbythebed]

I'm really good at healing.

[tracksuitwinner]

...I may have a plan after all. Congratulations, Co-Head Cheerleader Check.

[boxbythebed]

...What? Seriously?

[tracksuitwinner]

Sue Sylvester never tells a joke. Do you know why? Because winners do the laughing. If I'm right, and I always am, this squad will make history.

[boxbythebed]

Fuck yeah!